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Clicking

Summary:  Office AU, where Steve is your IT guy and he’s got his eyes on you.  

Request: IT ex-boyfriend Steve completely obsessed with you

Kinktober prompts: (Did day 1) Spanking

Warnings:  Non-con (please do not read if this offends you) (also, turns into dubcon), spanking, smut, light degradation (very minor name-calling/teasing).  

Words: 2100

           Could your day get any worse?  You clicked at the mouse multiple times.  Nothing. Computers were never your strong suit. You pushed away from your desk and walked out of your office.  

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Please help me, I still have cancer and my last post isn't getting me help anymore

Hi, most of you have probably seen my last post that looked like this:

So the post now has over 12 thousand notes, and as great as it is to have that many notes..

I'm not getting anymore donations or notes from it and I'm really scared that it's because it has so many notes, that people are just looking past it now.

So I'm starting over with a new post.

About a month or two ago I made that post when I had absolutely nothing, and through a LOT of peoples kindness, I was able to buy my medicine and get a months worth of cancer treatment done.. but now it is September 1st and here in a couple of days I will be out of my medicine and due for my blood treatment but I once again have no way of paying for it.

I genuinely need donations again!!

My treatment involves draining my blood, because of the Polycythemia Vera, I have too much. I am at a higher risk of a stroke, and with my heart disease ontop of that.. the risk is even higher.

My medicine, my treatment, all of that.. is working!! Let me repeat because I am so happy to say this, but the treatment that I have been getting HAS BEEN WORKING FOR ME!! My hair has been growing back, my energy has been coming back, I've been able to eat more, and I've been able to get out of my house let alone my bed more and more thanks to being able to have my treatment.

But it costs money, and until I am approved for disability (which I have a working case for) people like you, spreading this post and donating to me.. you are helping me get better!!

So please, donate if you can to my PayPal account. I tried setting up a venmo account as well as a GoFundMe page, but my bank keeps assuming it's a fraud and canceling my accounts. So PayPal is all I have right now.

Please donate or spread this post instead of my last one, thank you for reading.

P. S.

To those I promised a tarot reading to for donating to me, please send me a message and I will get you, your reading asap. And to anyone who wants a tarot reading for a donation, genuinally, just one dollar will get you a full reading of your choice. Thank you.

https://www.paypal.me/QPatt

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Even if we don’t like her, she’s a very well remembered player that a lot of people continue to talk about.

i guess so but thats mostly casuals and i dont care about them cbs should be serving my needs and my needs only

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Are we getting the twin fic anytime soon? please feed me ma'am I'm starving

Here is is! The next update in the twins story. It became a mix of many things we all talked about and this was the end result. I kinda feel it needs a Part 2 but we shall see heh heh.

There are some time-jumps which are broken up with —

ALSO BE WARNED THERE IS SMUT IN THIS FIC INVOLVING OUR SWEET JEFFREY HARMON! 

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Jeffrey had always been admired. His golden hair shimmering halo-like, complete with sinfully vibrant eyes that knows the deepest desires of your heart. People followed him almost without regard, brazenly. Unlike the narrow-minded dolts at Hawthorne who saw Michael’s power as being the epitome of success, once on the surface again away from that primitive hollow, Jeffrey’s true beauty could the bloom. 

It was only a matter of time before someone couldn’t resist his brother’s draw. Someone would want to pluck Jeffrey’s ripeness, to taste his plump lips and devour his innocence. Michael noticed firstly how Orion lingered too long during meetings. Jeffrey’s attendance at Kineros was so incredibly rare there was even a rumour going round the company that the Antichrist had no brother. The white-wearing male was a facade, a projection created by Michael himself to throw everyone off. To ensure their loyalty was firmly with Satan. Perhaps out of ignorance or determination, Orion didn’t ever notice Michael’s eyes burning into his back. 

It was all just so simple. 

Orion would hand Jeffrey his tea complete with no sugar but so much milk to almost completely dilute the golden colour. 

Just how Jeffrey liked it.

‘No sugar again?’ The Angel would smile, his eyes soft as the cup and saucer are placed before him. 

‘You’re sweet enough.’ Orion would remark, the back and forth completely cliched. 

Michael’s fists clench under the long, obsidian table. The latex squeaks and that is enough for Orion to pick up on the taste of danger Michael sends wafting over to him. The young designer straightens and drops himself in a seat next to Mutt.

‘Move.’ Michael’s voice commands, his displeasure still obvious. 

There’s a beat as the entire boardroom wonders who the Antichrist is referring to. Jeffrey’s laugh tinkles round the room, ‘Let’s not be petulant, brother.’ He cautions, ‘Everyone is here for you.’ 

‘Are they?’ Michael’s eyes sweep across every face, ‘Is everyone here for me, or my father?’ 

The mood is sickening. Jeffrey shrinks away, trying to make himself as small as possible. 

‘Dude, we totally respect you.’ It’s Jeff who speaks up, ‘You’re awesome, bro.’ 

‘Yeah. Fuck the planet.’ Mutt echoes, going as far as to stand up. ‘Blow it all to fucking pieces.’

The room joins in at once, everyone murmuring their dedication to the Antichrist and the plan. Orion however, remains quiet. He nods along enthusiastically, but his eyes dart helplessly to Jeffrey. 

Michael’s revulsion deepens. 

What the fuck does he know? 

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Michael held off on his concerns, more due to being far too busy to corner Jeffrey’s admirers. He didn’t think anything of it, till words flitted into his ears as he passed the break room. ‘He’s just so stunning isn’t he? There’s a real mystique and power there but it’s so subtle.’ He paused, Michael more than eager to have his ego stroked. 

‘Personally I’d like to see him get down and dirty.’ A woman whispers back, ‘See him in something other than white.’

His stomach curls. They’re talking about Jeffrey.

His Jeffrey.

‘Don’t get me started.’ Orion agrees, ‘I’d kill to see what’s underneath him. What really makes him tick.’

Michael can’t listen to anymore. He strides towards his office, the doors flinging open without his touch. Jeffrey jumps, closing Michael’s laptop lid, ‘You gave me a fright.’

‘Grow up.’ Michael snaps, ‘You should be used to me by now.’ 

Jeffrey’s eyes glint as he catches on to his brother’s mood, ‘I am.’ He agrees, ‘All too well after so many years, Michael.’ The Antichrist sweeps into one of his office chairs, sinking down and letting the chair swing round. Jeffrey watches from Michael’s desk, ‘I’m not the person to ask to deal with someone, if you’re struggling yourself.’ 

‘I’m not.’

‘Right.’

Michael stops swinging, ‘Why do people like you?’

A smile winds up Jeffrey’s face, making Michael want to slap it off at once. ‘Because I treat people with respect. With kindness.’

‘So did I!’ Michael is on his feet at once, bearing over his brother. ‘And what did it get me? My Mrs Mead dead. The Warlocks dead-’

Jeffrey looks away, his hands dropped into his lap. ‘This isn’t about me really, is it?’

Michael swallows, ‘You have…admirers here.’ 

‘Well that makes a change.’ 

‘What does that mean?

Jeffrey pushes away from the desk, his white shirt today is sheer revealing his toned body underneath. ‘Did I ever once complain at Hawthorne, when you had your band of merry followers hanging on your every word, tainting our room with the stench of sweat?’

‘You didn’t have to say anything.’ Michael retorts, ‘Your disdain was evident in your looks. Why do you think we ended up in the library so often?’

‘Oh how considerate of you.’ Jeffrey gushes, but the ice is plain in his voice. ‘May I remind you I don’t have to be here.’ 

That has Michael backing down, ‘No.’ He admits, ‘No you don’t.’

‘But I am. Because I love you.’ 

‘Love you too.’ Michael repeats it back automatically.

Jeffrey’s fingers ghost over Michael’s shoulder, ‘I like hearing you say it. It’s been a while since I heard that.’

‘Starving makes you see what’s important.’ Michael says, ‘Who is important.’ 

Jeffrey’s hands cup either side of Michael’s face, those eyes so similar to Michael’s own swim before him. The Angel is on his knees before him, ’You will always be the most important person in my life.’ 

‘Will I?’

‘You have to let me speak to people. You have everyone here. You have your Mrs Mead back now. Who do I have?’

Michael knows he has a point, ‘Be careful?’

‘I promise.’ 

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It brings Michael out of his slumber, a breathy sound that a normal human wouldn’t be able to hear. Michael’s senses sharpen as he zeroes in on what he can hear, shuffling of feet, the sound of something dropping onto the floor. 

Moans. 

He pads quietly on bare feet across his bedroom and opens the door. Michael makes sure not to make a sound as he leans over the railings and peers down into the living room below. The sight before him burns. Jeffrey’s shirt is on the floor, the column of his throat peppered with dark bruises and hickies. A tongue works a new one into his skin as Michael’s little brother squirms in delight.

‘Oh God.’ He moans sacrilegious sin into the air as Orion drags their lips back together. 

Jeffrey’s hands run all over the designer, through his hair and down his chest as Jeffrey works open the buttons. 

He’s divine like this, full of abandonment as Jeffrey embraces the taste and flavour of his first sexual encounter. Michael sinks down with his back to the railings, he can’t keep watching can he? That wouldn’t be right? But Jeffrey’s eagerness is more than prevalent as the sound of movement alerts Michael again.

When he peeks round, Michael’s eyes widen. 

Jeffrey is pressed over the kitchen countertops, his cheek against the cool marble. ‘Please.’ He begs, ‘I need it. I’ve craved you to touch me and make me sing.’

‘I will, sweetness.’ Orion vows, ‘You’re so beautiful. Thank you for giving me this.’ 

‘Michael can’t ever know.’ Jeffrey pleads, ‘I want to be with you, but if he knew….he wouldn’t forgive me.’ 

So now they keep secrets from each other? Michael knows he doesn’t have a good track record, but never in his life has he concealed a part of himself from his brother. Jeffrey knows everything, he’s been there through everything up until Michael’s sojourn into the forrest. Was that the moment that changed them irrevocably? Did Jeffrey’s decision to remain behind, to not chase after hhis brother for the first time in their lives create a chasm that Michael can never bridge? What else doesn’t he know about his brother? Jeffrey knows the most intimate details of Michael’s life. His twin and only his twin knows how Michael only hurt the cats because they lashed out and scratched him first. He must have been holding them too tight and now Jeffrey knows Michael won’t go near any innocent animal. Jeffrey knows Michael only tolerates French Toast because Mrs Mead thought it was his favourite and he doesn’t have the heart to tell her it isn’t. Even to this day. He doesn’t realise he’s crying till the tears are flooding down Michael’s cheeks. 

Jeffrey, how could you? 

‘He doesn’t own you.’ Orion says, tugging Jeffrey’s trousers down. The intruder mouths kisses over Jeffrey’s spine and across the inside of the Angel’s thighs. ‘You can do as you wish.’ Jeffrey’s thighs almost flutter at the affection. He begs for more, taking every sweet ripple of pleasure Orion gives him. Jeffrey allows himself to be selfish, to demand that he become submerged in sensation. ‘You know that, right?’ Orion presses him, his eyes lifting to look into Jeffrey’s. 

Michael too waits for the answer.

Jeffrey struggles, but one more kiss from Orion and his mouth is running. ‘He’s so innocent though.’ Jeffrey’s lost in this new world Orion is opening up for him. ‘He likes to make out he’s the big bad one but he’s so scared. Underneath it all…he needs someone to love him. He needs my love, if he knows my heart has turned to you…’

Orion murmurs against Jeffrey’s lips, ‘I don’t plan to get in his way.’ 

‘You already have done.’ Jeffrey whispers, but Michael still catches every word of betrayal. ‘Because you chose to love me.’

‘I do love you.’ Orion agrees, standing and unbuttoning his fly. ‘I’ve loved you since I first saw you float into that boardroom. I lost all train of thought, couldn’t finish presenting my idea.’ 

‘It was a good pitch.’ Jeffrey whines, spreading his legs to give Orion room to make himself at home. 

‘No more talking.’ The designer murmurs, ‘I’m gonna take you now. I’ll be slow, gentle.’ 

‘No!’ Jeffrey’s head turns like lightning to make eye contact with his lover. ‘I’m tired of gentle. I can take more than people think. I can do it.’ 

Michael doesn’t want to hear more. He picks himself up from the upstairs landing and throws himself on his bed. He clutches his pillow tight to his chest as the tears pour from his eyes and his chest shakes and everything around him is blurred and hot and stings. His chest howls with pressure and pain, just as it had those four days he’d spent alone. Losing his Mrs Mead when the world was just too cruel for him and all Michael had wanted to do was to gouge out his own heart and every muscle and organ responsible for giving him emotions. He prays to his father to abolish him of feeling. To take away the hurt and the lies people feed to him and leave him with an empty cavity. 

It has to be better than this.

He can’t keep being betrayed by a brother who despises him enough to give his heart to another so freely.

Who the FUCK did that designer think he was? To take away Jeffrey Harmon from him? From the Antichrist? 

The sounds of sex rise up from below, like demons chanting their verses in Michael’s ears. He can hear every grunt, every thrust and hitch as Jeffrey cries out when Orion clearly bottoms out. Michael flings his pillow over his head. He can’t leave without Jeffrey knowing and his twin believes he’s working late tonight. Jeffrey would never think Michael might want some time with his brother. No, he must work and work and work and work and work. Michael must bring about the apocalypse and Michael must continue to devote his entire life for a world he doesn’t fully believe in. Hatred fuels his actions, revenge and mutiny against those fucking witches. 

He’s not scared. 

He’s the Antichrist. 

Clarity covers Michael as he rolls onto his back. The lovemaking continues but Michael’s mind is working overtime. 

Was this Cordelia’s fault too? 

She took his Mrs Mead and the warlocks…but what did she say to Jeffrey? 

Did she poison his own twin against him? Is Cordelia fucking Goode the reason why Jeffrey is in the arms of a stranger, someone they don’t even know. Giving his sacred virginity away to some fake-glasses wearing fucker? Is that why Jeffrey no longer comes to visit Michael? He gets the notifications from security that his brother is at Kineros, but Jeffrey rarely visits him anymore. 

So….why is he there? 

What is he doing?

Is he using those times to see Orion? To hook-up with him and fuck in Michael Langdon’s dominion? 

When did his priorities change from Michael….to another? 

He dials Mrs Mead immediately and the robot picks up on the second ring, ‘We need to pay a visit to Dinah Stevens tomorrow.’ Michael’s eyes blaze, but his lips curl into a smirk of victory. Oh he’ll make that supreme bitch pay for taking his twin from him. He listens to Mrs Mead bluster on till he cuts over her, ‘Pick me up at 7am tomorrow. She’ll know how we can get into that coven and blow them all to fucking pieces.’ 

He ends the call only to hear silence. It’s over. They’ve finished for now. 

Michael removes the pillow from his head and finally lets his body relax back into the bed. He’s exhausted, drained and most definitely sacking off work tomorrow.

Tomorrow is a day for him.

Tomorrow he’ll end the witches and then, perhaps if he’s feeling particularly vengeful he’ll end the day by slitting Orion’s throat. 

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Masterlist

A thousand thanks to anyone to takes the time to read my works. Requests are OPEN! Don’t be afraid to drop me an ask at any time! 

⭐️MICHAEL LANGDON ⭐️(AHS)

SERIES

Apocalypse After ⏱

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four 

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven coming soon!

Prenumbra ⏳

Part One

Part Two

Part Three coming soon!

ONESHOTS

Sabotage

Coming up for air*

NSFW Alphabet: Michael Langdon* 

Breakdown*

Starved*

HEADCANONS

Michael ‘Sugar Daddy’ Langdon

Michael visits Disneyland

Are They Cheating? - Part 1

Are They Cheating? – Part 2 

A Very Satanic Christmas

baby!michael, The Early Years 

REQUESTS

Forbidden Territory* (Request by @kellysimagines)

Let Me Show You How* (Request by a lovely Anon) 

BLUBRS/ASKS/DRABBLES 

Pregnant Reader x Michael

young!michael after raging overnight

Going Off-leash*

Play-fighting

Vengeance  

Michael and Jeffrey - Twin Drabbles

Duality - Overview

This is it - Outpost!Michael & Jeffrey 

Brotherly Betrayal - Sojourn!Michael & Jeffrey

The Scent of Heaven - young!Michael & Jeffrey

Sharing a bed - Hawthorne!Michael & Jeffrey 

💦 JIM MASON 🏄 (THE TRIBES OF PALOS VERDES) 

SERIES

There Are Harder Addictions To Shake 💎

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 coming soon!

ONESHOTS 

A Rebellion of Sex* 

Carrying a Torch*

Pretty Pictures*

Possession*

HEADCANONS

Surf’s Up 

The Best Kinda Cure

Skin Hunger 

BLUBRS/ASKS/DRABBLES

Making out on the beach

Touch-starved Jim

Jim Finds Out the Reader is Pregnant

Learning to swim

Sleepover crushes

Sub!Jim 1

Subby!jim 2 

Got my favourite drug with me 

Sandy pays a visit - college!Jim

Dad!Jim 

The Perfect Birthday Gift

Standing up to Sandy

Extra Credit* 

Coffee Days

Forgotten Birthdays - Collab drabble with @langdonsoceaneyes @sojournmichael @ghostiesbedroom

SMUT PROMPTS 

Here is the list for anyone who wants to do some! 

1, 2 and 21 with sub!Jim 

9, 10 and 23 with dom!Jim

17 with softdom!Jim

27 with dom!Jim

30 with soft!Jim

9 and 20 sub!Jim

29 and 30 sub!Jim

1 and 30 dom!Jim 

27, 8 and 11 dark!Jim 

23 and 5 dom!Jim

22 and 23 softdom!Jim

📈 DUNCAN SHEPHERD 🔥(HOUSE OF CARDS) 

ONESHOTS

You’re With Me*

Stained*

BLUBRS/ASKS/DRABBLES

New Years Eve Proposal

ALL FOURSOME CONTENT CAN BE FOUND ON SEPARATE MASTERLIST 💔

* indicates SMUTTY fics not suitable for those under the age of 18! 

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♞ THE FOURSOME MASTERLIST 💋

MICHAEL LANGDON X JIM MASON X DUNCAN SHEPHERD X Y/N

SERIES 🗡

THE RUNAWAY SAGA

Mutiny

Caught*

Separation

Treachery*

Overdose

Deception*

Revelations*

Reunion

Divides

Grit

Coming Soon! 

ONESHOTS 💄

Together*

Little Flame* 

DRABBLES 🔥

Breeding*

Mint-Chocolate*

Dominion*

Triumph*

Rosebud*

Pineapple*

Humiliated* 

Dinner* 

After Dinner* 

THE RUNAWAY’S SPOTIFY PLAYLIST IS HERE TO LISTEN TO - by @mega-combusken​ 

* indicates SMUTTY fics not suitable for those under the age of 18! 

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May the 10 of Pentacles bless your account with more money than you can spend. 💵✨

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Not to be 'that bitch' but I'm gonna be.......Part 10 of the foursome? Perhaps sometime soon? I KNOW you were finishing it up earlier K I LOVE YOU BYEEEEEEEE 💛💛💛💛

Aren’t you just the luckiest little bug! I’ve been on a writing spree since I have finally been a good girl and charted out the entire end of the foursome. Clap and a half for meeee! 

Here is part 10 for you all! 

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PART 10

Y/N

While she would never admit it to any of the boys, especially Duncan…Jerome was an absolute dream. There was nothing that grossed him out or was too much of an inconvenience. He helped Y/N with her morning sickness, made her whatever she was craving to eat and even gave her a foot-rub last night. 

For the most of it, Duncan held his tongue. His hours had only increased as the Media Mogul worked overtime to make-up for the hiatus he took. Y/N would often find Duncan slumped over a stack of paperwork, the man only stirring when she runs her fingers gently through his hair, took his hand and led the way to bed. Y/N slept with Duncan. That was a non negotiable agreement and sometimes the only moments when they would see each other in the day. Y/N would be curved into Duncan’s chest, the little spoon while his hand rests protectively over her stomach, which was only getting bigger with each passing month. But despite Duncan’s best efforts, Y/N saw the resentment in his eyes last night. The way his eyes roved over her bump, her smile lazy with ease as Jerome worked out the tension in the ball of her foot. 

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Not to be 'that bitch' but I'm gonna be.......Part 10 of the foursome? Perhaps sometime soon? I KNOW you were finishing it up earlier K I LOVE YOU BYEEEEEEEE 💛💛💛💛

Aren’t you just the luckiest little bug! I’ve been on a writing spree since I have finally been a good girl and charted out the entire end of the foursome. Clap and a half for meeee! 

Here is part 10 for you all! 

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PART 10

Y/N

While she would never admit it to any of the boys, especially Duncan…Jerome was an absolute dream. There was nothing that grossed him out or was too much of an inconvenience. He helped Y/N with her morning sickness, made her whatever she was craving to eat and even gave her a foot-rub last night. 

For the most of it, Duncan held his tongue. His hours had only increased as the Media Mogul worked overtime to make-up for the hiatus he took. Y/N would often find Duncan slumped over a stack of paperwork, the man only stirring when she runs her fingers gently through his hair, took his hand and led the way to bed. Y/N slept with Duncan. That was a non negotiable agreement and sometimes the only moments when they would see each other in the day. Y/N would be curved into Duncan’s chest, the little spoon while his hand rests protectively over her stomach, which was only getting bigger with each passing month. But despite Duncan’s best efforts, Y/N saw the resentment in his eyes last night. The way his eyes roved over her bump, her smile lazy with ease as Jerome worked out the tension in the ball of her foot. 

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Sis where is part 9 for the runaway saga??! It’s so good!!! I can’t wait to read what Michael and Jim’s reaction will be and what exactly Y/N did with the babies. Keep up the great work!!! Also pls let Dunc be happy ):

I’m back back back again with Part 9 after the LONGEST BREAK! I beg for your forgiveness as I humbly offer you all the next instalment. I’m going to drop this and go hide behind Jerome 🙈😭

So without further ado….

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MICHAEL

His hands shake, those signature rings flash taunts at him. They ridicule and mock him for making one more idiotic choice in the long list that have made up his life. 

He’s toxic to everyone he touches. 

Why Michael ever thought it was a clever idea to breed….to make another nightmare come to life. 

The Jerome man sits beside him on the sofa. He moved over when Jim stormed over to the balcony, Duncan hot on his heels. Y/N has taken the armchair, her arms wrapped around herself.

She watches Michael carefully, as if he’s a bomb ready to explode. ‘Say something, Michael…please.’ 

But he can’t. There are no words that will come to him, because if Michael speaks he’ll overflow and all the rage, hurt and grief will ebb like a tidal wave and he must be strong. 

Despite his world collapsing he must be strong. 

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Silver fox Downey!!

Avengers: EndGame ( 2019) 

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Tony looking like a tired daddy 👀👅💦💦💦

soon as he got back i’d drop on my knees, crying about how much i missed him while i give him head

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cody ferns eyes appreciation post

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Cody Fern as Jim Mason in The Tribes of Palos Verdes (2017)